"What?"
"Do you want to use the Dream Token as the name of the poem?”
"Hey, Brother Zhang, do you have any new words?"
The surrounding people started discussing softly. They were obviously surprised.
Li Qingzhao's " Dream Like Order " could be called a masterpiece. Even Su Shi's " Dream Like Order " could not compare to it. It could be seen that this poem was exquisite and peerless.
Now, if he wanted to use this name to write a new poem, it would be impossible to surpass it. As long as his standard was not so low that he would become a laughingstock, it would be fine.
Yang Yi could understand their feelings very well. Putting aside the fact that he had been put in a difficult position just now, let's give an example.
If it was in the future, the Wuxia Literature Creation Competition would use the titles of " The Proud Smiling Pugilist " and " The Eight Dragons " to create new works. Moreover, in the presence of Hero Jin, those contestants would probably have the same headache.
He glanced at Li Qingzhao, who was standing like a green lotus, and found that this girl was looking at him with a smile. Her eyes flickered, and it was obvious that she had expectations for him.
Yang Yi smiled bitterly in his heart. After the Northern Song Dynasty, there were not many people who could write "Like a Dream" anymore. There were even fewer people who could compare to Li Qingzhao. This girl was too confident in herself.
Just as he was hesitating, a clear voice suddenly came from the field.
"Your Majesty, I have gained something!"
The scene became chaotic.
" Eh? That's the young master of the Song family."
"I heard that he was the number one scholar in Jiangnan last year!”
"Is there no one in Bian Capital?"
Zhao Ji looked up and saw a handsome and slender young man in embroidered clothes who looked like a gentleman. He cupped his hands and bowed. He was neither humble nor overbearing, and there was a sense of elegance between his brows.
"Good manners."
Even Yang Yi couldn't help but praise him.
These young masters of the ancient times were not only talented in literature, but they were also exceptionally handsome. Zhao Mingcheng was no exception. It was no wonder that Li Qingzhao would write the beautiful line," Shameful to leave the door but turn back to smell the green plum."
Zhao Ji clapped his hands and praised,"What a clever young man. Tell me about it."”
Song Xiuwen cupped his hands, then took two steps forward and chanted softly,""I once feasted in the depths of the Peach Blossom Cave, dancing and singing. I remember when I left, I went out with tears. It was like a dream, like a dream, the waning moon was heavy with falling flowers and smoke.”
"Good lyrics!"
"Good intent!"
The people around them clapped and cheered. Even Li Qingzhao nodded. His expression was exquisite, graceful, and beautiful.
Illusionary writing dream scene, real writing feelings, virtual and real life, this poem is already excellent.
She frowned and glanced at Yang Yi, only to find that he was in a daze, as if he hadn't noticed.
Zhao Ji muttered a few words, his eyes widened, and he said with a smile,"It's indeed a good poem. The Jiangnan scholars live up to their reputation.”
When the lackeys around Song Xiuwen saw that even the officials were praising him, they immediately flattered him like a tide. They said things like "Young Master Song is a great talent" and "Young Master Song will definitely get the first place".
Song Xiuwen's expression was indifferent, but there was a smile on his lips. This name was not uncommon. He had pondered over it for a long time and had even discussed it with his father many times.
This poem was originally prepared to amaze the world at the Southern Lantern Festival Poetry Meet. Who knew that it would not come in handy that time, but this time, it was a lucky hit.
Even the officials were full of praise for this poem, so wouldn't that little lady kneel down before his literary talent?
Thinking of this, he opened his jade fan and looked into the distance, wanting to see Zhao Qianwei's infatuated expression.
Suddenly, Song Xiuwen's face stiffened. The little girl's sparkling eyes were not looking at him, but at Yang Yi, who was in a daze.
Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his chest, and his fan involuntarily began to fan faster.
"Young Master Song, are you feeling hot?" asked the student on Ma Fan's face.”
"Reciting poems consumes the most energy, so it's a little hot now," Song Xiuwen said casually.”
Ma Fan glanced at the yellowing leaves and was speechless. If he remembered correctly, it was almost autumn.
Like an old monk, Yang Yi stood still and looked down at Li Qingzhao. Li Qingzhao said in a low voice,"Young Master Yang, do you have any new words?"
At this moment, there were already a few people on the stage who had spoken. Although their standards were average, they were still far behind the others.
Zhao Qianwei looked at Yang Yi anxiously, and she felt a burst of anger in her heart. She had done everything she could to drag Zhao Ji over so that Yang Yi would be in the Emperor's eyes.
This bad guy didn't do as she thought. If he was favored by the officials, even the imperial examination would be much easier. Not to mention the fairness of the imperial examination, the probability of the directorate's people being selected was much easier than that of ordinary people.
This bad guy didn't appreciate her good intentions. Thinking back to his cold attitude towards her, Zhao Qianwei felt bitter. She had a noble status and had done so much for him, yet he still ignored her. Did he really think that she couldn't get married?
When she thought of Yang Yi's unrestrained manner on the pleasure boat, his outstanding demeanor, his unique temperament, and his gentle smile that teased her, her heart that was filled with resentment could not help but soften.
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